David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,897 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. Waters Into Wine 9/17/2005
922. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
923. Waxwork 4/12/2013
924. Well We Might 9/18/2005
925. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
926. What Happens? 12/26/2014
927. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
928. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
929. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
930. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
931. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
932. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
933. White Horses 9/18/2005
934. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
935. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
936. Widdershins 6/20/2012
937. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
938. Woman 3/30/2008
939. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
940. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
941. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
942. Wood Men 1/25/2013
943. Words 9/30/2005
944. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
945. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
946. Wry! 11/6/2009
947. Www. 6/9/2008
948. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
949. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
950. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
951. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
952. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
953. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
954. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
955. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
956. Zombie 4/13/2013
957. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.

While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...

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Sink Or Swim

The sea of storms came in
To batter our barley coast,
I was determined to sink or swim,
You to be drowned, and lost.
The lightning struck at our moorings,
The thunder silenced our needs,
The wind howled out our candles
And darkness caught at our creed.

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